Nan Mufeng was gently leading Jian Xi downstairs, one hand pulling her small suitcase, the other supporting her.
The living room was quiet, with only Nan Tian by himself.
When he heard footsteps, he turned around.
Standing on the staircase were Nan Mufeng and Jian Xi, a handsome man and a pretty woman. They were affectionate in their movements, and their eyes were tender as water when they looked at each other.
Nan Tian's heart ached fiercely once again.
Hadn't he and Jian Wan been just as deeply in love back then?
"Uncle, I am going back to Jiangcheng, goodbye," Jian Xi greeted politely. Despite Nan Tian's support, she seemed very happy.
"You're leaving?" Nan Tian stood up, "Are you giving up?"
"No," Jian Xi shook her head.
At this moment, she had calmed down completely under Nan Mufeng's soothing. The dominance she usually carried was withdrawn, instantly transforming into a docile girl.